Strawberries remind me of childhood summers. I grew up near pick-your-own strawberry fields. I can almost feel the muggy heat of afternoons spent picking strawberries, finishing hours later with probably as many strawberries in my overstuffed tummy as in the bushels we were given to collect them in. Bright red stains on my face and on my T-shirt were a dead giveaway for my crime, and a tummy ache from my overindulgence my punishment.


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